You wanted a repeated answer to an impossible question,
I called you out on all your discretions.
You called me a psycho, and a no good liar,
You put my whole character on trial.
You harassed me and pushed me,
hit me and bruised me,
ripped out my nose ring and cut my hands open
and expect me to sit here like I did in grade three.
Well fuck you and your dumb bitch too,
Fuck this house and everything we’ve been through.
Fuck this life, I don’t need it anymore, we're through
and the biggest 'Fuck you' belongs to you.
Get up in my face and I won’t take it anymore.
Talk your shit about me – you have yet to see my war.
You think you can control me, you can try
but I just punched you in the face, do you know why?
That’s why.
You hit me and treat me like shit,
Run your mouth and play your little skit,
But the game’s over now I don’t care if you see
Because I’m fucking done with your games, I’m free.
So you thought you could stop me, by smashing my guitar?
Well I just fucking slashed the tires on your car,
How’s that for games, you think you’re top shit?
Go find someone else that you think you can hit.
Hit me again, it’s fuel for my fire
My misery is fuel for my deepest desires.
I’ll get out of here and be something, you see
But what do you have to show for yourself, other than bruises on me?
So hit me again, better yet let your bitch try
and then tell the cops why I gave you that bloody eye.
Hit me again, I fucking dare you,
Because I’ve lived with you for twenty years, and I’m not afraid of you.
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judgemental people you can't get away from them and those that accuse you of wrong they did themselves.
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You certainly vented on this poem Sarah IM me
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We all, at some point have a quarell with our parents, show this to them.
I hope you place with this.
Good luck & kind regards,
Sophie.
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Yeah right. That would just spark another fight. lol...
Anyways, thank you
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veeeeery angry
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Wow Sarah, this was deeply
empowering & emotional on
so many levels. This just tugs on
the heart, and truly makes the reader
FEEL the raw emotion bursting from
the page, and want to hurt the one
whom hurt you.
You've let out the burden weighing
on your chest, beautifully.
[hope everything is okay, & .. is part of this truth? ...]
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Meaghan, this is what happened yesterday. And I am now minus one electric guitar. =\ This isn't even close to what happened.
All in all, my shoulder's bruised - he claimed to only be holding me down but he slammed me against the wall/chair so whatever, my hand is bruised and cut open right in the middle from grabbing my ESP guitar, the strings were cut too high on top of the headstock and when I grabbed it, the string went through my hand and ripped. Couldn't save the Anjo though, that's the one that got smashed - the neck is in two, the head is completely severed off in a jagged point, the strings surprisingly didn't break but the floating bridge did. Going to cost over a thousand to fix so that won't be happening for a while. My thumb is bruised from punching my dad in the head when he slammed me, my nose ring is ripped and cut from him... My guitar is gone... =[ Poor guitar. lol..
I didn't slash his tires or anything, Britny grabbed me and dragged me away before I could do that.
My mom started it all, she elbowed me in the stomach when I was eating dinner so I told her to quit and she kicked me from under the dinner table. So I grabbed her arm and told her to do it again and then my dad jumped in so I'm "psycho" and they threatened to kill me. HAHAHA. It's all because I said I didn't like my dad's friend. And I don't have to. It just goes to show their immaturity.
But fuck it, I'm tired of getting treated like shit. Enough is enough. The cops were called and they said they're not doing anything about it. So it's in my hands now.
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